Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Muffin Mess
W hen Skylar rolled to her right side, she grabbed the covers and pulled them to her face. Tears filled her eyes and the lower half of her body shook as though she were left outside in negative thirty degrees.
Priest gave her thick ass a quick slap. “Get the fuck out of my room, now.”
Skylar groaned and her hips thrust.
“Fuck this,” Priest growled.
He scooped up Skylar and threw her over his shoulder. She let out a whimpering sound.
“I’m still coming,” she managed to say.
That was no longer Priest’s issue. Hell, it never was to begin with. Skylar was nothing more than a cunt to fuck. He knew there was no way in hell Eden would be taking his cock tonight. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted her to.
Well, fuck, that was a lie. Of course Priest wanted to fuck Eden. He wanted to tear her clothes off with his teeth. He wanted to watch her hands try and hold his thick cock. He wanted to watch her mouth open wider than it ever had before just to see her take his cock into her mouth.
And then her cunt? Forget about it. Picturing himself playing with her cunt. Her clit. Pressing against her body, showing her just how much she could take at once. Priest just had that feeling that tonight wasn’t it for that.
Plus, he’d been backed up for a while now, stuck in that fucking hospital bed, stuck in that fucking coma. He needed to blow his load, just for natural reasons alone. Skylar knocked on the door at the opportune time and that was that.
Skylar knew how to get naked, spread her legs. She knew her position as a deecee . Plus, flirting with Custer all night left her desperate for real attention. One thrust into her warm cunt and it was like someone blew up a fucking dam.
Priest opened his bedroom door and tossed Skylar to the floor. He went back to his bed and pulled the sheet up from the corners. He balled up the soaking-wet sheet, along with Skylar’s clothes, and took that to the doorway next.
“Take care of this for me,” Priest said as he threw the sheet at Skylar.
She sat on the floor in the hallway, naked. Priest winked at her, then shut the door and locked it.
The next line of business was putting a fresh sheet onto his bed. Then he went to the bathroom to check up on Eden.
A part of him felt disappointment that the curvy nurse didn’t even think about joining in. Seeing her reflection was one thing. Her eyes moving all over the scene. Her watching him fuck Skylar. That was a good start. Eden then should have joined in on the fun.
When Priest opened the bathroom door, he did not expect to find Eden on her side, sleeping, with a bunch of towels under her.
Priest crouched down and touched Eden’s hip. She didn’t move an inch.
“Can’t handle her whiskey,” he said.
Last thing he needed right now was a fucking side project. Especially one that was fully clothed. Priest then stripped himself naked and stood next to Eden.
Towering over her. His cock still semi-thick and hard, throbbing, coated with Skylar’s cunt honey. He balled up his hands into tight fists. He pictured if Eden suddenly woke up. Her eyes opening, looking up at Priest standing over her. His cock thick and pulsing to the beat of his own heart. An outlaw kind of rhythm with that post-orgasm sense of enjoyment that had already begun to fade.
He wanted more. He craved more. He needed more.
He wanted the nurse.
Priest stepped into the shower and turned on the water. He kept it cold for a minute to calm himself down, then ran it hot and lathered himself up with soap. A nice, hot shower back home did feel good.
Once showered and dried, Priest got dressed into jeans and a T-shirt, something he considered to be proper bedtime attire.
He then scooped Eden up off the bathroom floor and cradled her in his arms. She felt good in his arms. She felt like she belonged. Safe and sound. She even curled toward him and let out a sleeping purr.
Priest would have preferred to hear her groan his name while his cock tore through her insides. He was not meant to be a savior. He was not a knight in white, shining armor.
But he knew Eden knew that. She bypassed that. She went in another direction, straight into hell. Straight to find the devil to ask for a favor. Which made Priest wonder…
Just how much fucking trouble is this beautiful woman actually in right now?
Priest couldn’t believe himself when he tucked Eden in next to him in his bed. She was under the covers, drunk and asleep. He rested on top of the covers, fully clothed, boots on, his leather cut within reach, along with a gun. At some point sleep did take control.
Priest woke to the sound of vomiting. A loud retching sound that had him opening eyes just enough to look to his left and see that the covers were a mess and Eden was missing. He smirked and listened as Eden growled, coughed, gagged, then let out a loud dry heaving noise.
Priest sat up like a vampire from a coffin. He had no idea how he functioned the way he did at times. He slept wherever he wanted, in whatever position he wanted. He never moved an inch. And he would always wake up and be ready to go.
He stood from the bed and walked to the bathroom, opening the door to find Eden on her knees in front of the toilet, holding her hair back with her right hand.
“Go away!” she screamed at him.
“Not going to do that, doll,” Priest said.
He walked to the sink and filled a small, paper cup with water. He then crouched down next to Eden. She looked at him. Oh, did she look like hell had smacked her in the face.
“You don’t drink whiskey all that much, do you?”
Eden made a gagging, heaving noise. For a second Priest thought she was going to vomit on him. Wouldn’t have been the first time a woman threw up on him. No big deal in his book.
“Here,” he said, offering the cup of water to Eden. “Drink this and let’s get you out to the bar. Not for booze. For coffee and some of Muffin’s hangover food.”
“A muffin sounds good,” Eden whispered.
“No, not a muffin. One of guys here is named Muffin. He’s a chef. Best food you’ll ever eat.”
“There’s a biker named Muffin?”
“He’s as big as me,” Priest said. “Now drink the water.”
Eden took the cup and sat back on her heels.
After drinking the water, Priest helped Eden to her feet. Her face was pale and green at the same time. Her mouth dry as a bone, made evident by her smacking her lips together over and over. She leaned against Priest.
He curled his lip. “You know, doll, you being my nurse and helping me does eventually reach a limit.”
Eden lifted her gaze to his. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I in the way? I wanted to leave last night and you wouldn’t let me. Thanks for making me endure your fuckfest too. That was disgusting.”
“Sex is not disgusting,” Priest said. “It’s perfectly natural. Maybe you’re just jealous.”
“I couldn’t even take a quick shower without you grabbing someone to fuck?”
“Why is it your business what I do with my cock?”
“It’s not. Not at all. I guess… thanks for getting me into bed.”
“And just think, I didn’t even kiss you, lick you, or fuck you while you slept, doll.”
Eden gasped and pushed away from Priest. He laughed. She didn’t.
Priest led the way out to the bar, where the aroma of coffee and bacon filled the air. Just smelling that alone was enough to start the healing process from a hangover.
When Maggie took one look at Eden, she quickly moved to get coffee and orange juice. Then she went into the kitchen to tell Muffin to get moving on a hangover breakfast.
For Priest, this was morning and this was just the clubhouse. He saw Eden trying to be casual as she looked around. Debauchery waited at every turn.
There was Custer, sound asleep on Skylar’s still bare chest. Using her huge tits as pillows. Monte on a pool table, jeans down to his knees, thankfully wearing boxers, a deecee curled up in each arm. Both women naked.
“It’s all normal, doll,” Priest whispered to Eden. “We work hard. We play hard.”
“ Work …”
“What do you want me to call it? Breaking the law? Defiling societal norms? Don’t go all righteous on me now, Eden. You walked into this snake pit. The reason why you haven’t left is because I want to know why you showed up. I’m a man who keeps his word. Yeah, I’ll slit someone’s throat and let the blood spray my face and enjoy the fuck out of it. But I also believe in keeping your word. I told you if you ever needed something, find me. You showed up pretty damn quick. So something must be going on.”
Eden looked down at her coffee. Priest watched as she drank the coffee first. Then the orange juice. The kitchen door swung open and Muffin came out, a plate in each hand. Eden’s eyes lit up with surprise at the size of Muffin.
“A new one at the bar,” Muffin said. “Really hungover too. What did Priest do to you last night?”
“Nothing,” Priest said. “Surprisingly.”
“That coma changed you, didn’t it?” Muffin asked with a grin. He looked at Eden once more. “Eat all of this. It’s a mess of everything and will cure a hangover in no time. Secret ingredient.”
“Do I want to know what the secret ingredient is?” Eden asked.
Muffin placed his pointer finger to his lip and smiled. Maggie appeared from behind Muffin with a fresh pot of coffee.
She refilled Eden’s cup and leaned closer. “Muffin makes the best breakfast in the world. And his secret ingredient is a mix of meds. Nothing that will make you high or kill you. Ibuprofen and other stuff. It works magic. Trust me.” Maggie slid down the bar a little to be in front of Priest. “Anything else for you?”
“Haven’t seen those delicious tits of yours in a while,” Priest said.
He heard Eden gasp and turned his head. Her face already started to turn red.
“Got a problem with that?” Priest asked.
“No,” Eden said quickly. “Do whatever you want. Bad enough I watched you with that other one last night.”
“Oh, was there a threesome and nobody invited me?” Maggie asked.
She began to make a pouting face.
“Nope,” Priest said. “The prude nurse here didn’t want to play.”
“ Prude ?”
Eden scooped up some of Muffin’s magical hangover mess and stuffed it into her mouth.
“She’s got an attitude to go with the hangover,” Priest said to Maggie. “Now lift that fucking shirt up before I come over there and rip it off your body.”
“Easy, coma boy ,” Maggie teased.
She backed up as Priest stood up and reached across the bar for her. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up without a care in the world, showing off her small, perky tits.
Priest gritted his teeth and growled. He wanted to chew on that nipple piercing of Maggie’s and tear it right off her fucking body.
“There? Happy?” Maggie asked as she lowered her shirt.
Priest looked at Eden. “What do you think?”
“She has great boobs,” Eden said with a mouthful of Muffin’s hangover messy special. “I wish I could go with no bra.”
“You could,” Priest said.
“No, I can’t,” Eden said, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red once again.
“We need privacy,” Priest said to Maggie.
She showed her hands and went into the kitchen. Priest sat down next Eden and inched closer to her.
“Now that you have some caffeine, vitamin D, and some good food and pills, it’s time to talk, doll. Your time is almost up here. I figure keeping you safe for almost an entire day is payment enough. Now tell me what the fuck is going on. Entice me to care more. Let’s work something out.”
“I am not doing some kind of thing where you want to have sex with me and then you protect me,” Eden said. “That’s first and foremost. Especially after what I saw last night. I’m not judging anyone at all. Do your thing. But not near me. I’m a nurse. I’ve seen a lot of things. I know about a lot of diseases.”
Priest loved this conversation with Eden. He loved that she was feisty in the morning, hungover, being short and bitchy with him.
“So you want a nice, clean cock, huh?” Priest asked.
“And that’s what you took from what I just said. Wow.”
Priest leaned even closer toward Eden. Close enough that if he wasn’t going to kiss her then what would be the point of being so close…?
He curled his lip. “So are you going to tell me who is out to hurt you or what?”